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epistle log 13irteen
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i knew this kid once, and he bought a leisure suit and carried a broadsword while wearing it. the thing about this kid is he got caught up in this thing with this girl. no matter what words are used to describe it, nothing combines the ecstasy and pain combined in this thing, in this girl. well, shit happens and this kid, well, he got shit on a lot. and it got to the point when, some nights, miles and states away, he'd talk to her and do things for no apparent reason. he didn't realize that he'd gotten to the point where somethings have to give, and that she never would. he didn't realize that sometimes things just happen because they have to. and it hurts. but there is nothing that could be done. and regardless of wants and needs, he got what he got. and he has to live with that. and it's not easy. but it is what is. so this kid should just realize that there is nothing that can be done to change what has been done, and so all he can do is live with it. live with what you can't change, and shut up and change what you can. it's all we can do. besides, the kid has good taste in music and plenty of k. scott ritcher songs to get him through this.
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